Chapter 721: Love in the E-Zijuan
After coming out of Shen Mansion, Feng Ziying went straight to Jia Mansion.
There is no other way, just so busy, as the marriage with the Shen family is approaching, Lin Yatou can't sit still.
Although she knew that her marriage would take more than two years, the insecurity of losing her father made this delicate and sensitive girl even more squeamish.
So the dogma that unmarried couples should not meet was thrown aside. Anyway, after Jia Huan was sent to Qingtan Academy by Feng Ziying, under the guise of going to Jia's house to teach Baoyu, entering and leaving Jia's house was almost the same as going in and out. There is no difference in Feng Mansion.
Now Feng Ziying does not need anyone to guide and receive her when she enters the Jia Mansion. According to what the concierge said, the master has already greeted her. Uncle Feng can come in and out freely just like a member of the house.
I saw people coming and going in the yard, and Ni Er was actually outside the second door.
I asked a few questions, and it seems that I was about to have a quarrel with Jia Zhenjiarong about the garden. A lot of Taihu stones have been shipped, but they are still arguing about the price.
Hearing Ni Er complaining there with a smile on his lips, he knew that this guy was greedy and wanted to scrape more money from Jia's house. Feng Ziying didn't bother to pay attention and left directly.
Zicuckoo, who had been wandering outside the door, was overjoyed to see Feng Ziying's figure, and her crescent eyes on her round face almost narrowed in love.
“The uncle is here.”
“Well, is Sister Lin here?”
"Yes, I just don't have a good appetite." Zijuan pursed her lips and smiled very cutely, especially the pair of dimples and crescent eyes, which made her particularly attractive. Feng Ziying didn't know if it was because of her. I have a preconceived impression, but overall I feel that Zicuckoo is particularly reliable, trustworthy and cute.
“Oh?” Feng Ziying glanced at Zijuan, “Is your lady acting petty again?”
"No, it's just that the uncle never comes. He has gone to Second Master Bao's place several times, but he never comes to the girl. The girl must be a little unhappy when she finds out." Zicuckoo pursed her lips and smiled, "And the uncle also I promised to paint another painting for the young lady, but it has not been fulfilled even though it has been a long time since I came back from Yangzhou."
Hey, Feng Ziying subconsciously wanted to sigh.
Do you know how busy I am? The Shen family over there has to submit a poem every month. Baochai has not yet been settled, so naturally he needs to comfort him from time to time. Daiyu has finally been settled here, and there are also uncles and Grandma was with Yun Yatou and San Yatou.
It’s difficult for me too.
"Didn't you tell your lady that I have been teaching Baoyu all these days to make Baoyu go on the right path, so as to prevent him from pestering your lady all day long?" Feng Ziying followed Zijuan inside.
"The girl also said that I asked Mr. Baoyu to write a storybook novel. Is that considered the right path?" Zijuan smiled and shook her head, "She also said that I was deceived by him. If Baoyu really has no way out in the future, From now on, I will rely on you and see what I do."
“Hey, your lady is so underestimating me?” Feng Ziying was full of confidence, “I will impress you when the time comes. Isn’t it that I am not sure about what I do?”
"Really? Then I want to see how Brother Feng can make Brother Bao, who wrote the legendary storybook, become famous for a while."
The graceful Daiyu Pingting, who was leaning against the door, was looking at Feng Ziying infatuatedly, her eye circles were already slightly red, her slightly pursed lips and the amorous expression flowing from her brows were mixed with a hint of self-pity. However, the smell really makes people have the urge to rush her into their arms and love her.
At the age of fourteen, even fifteen years old, but why always make people have an impulse to surge?
Feng Ziying had to admit that some women were really naturally charming. Like Daiyu, she didn't need any pretense. She just stood there. Her grace and aura were natural and leisurely, attracting everyone's attention like a magnet. , regardless of gender, age or child.
Looking at Daiyu's resentful eyes and charming pretended indifference, Feng Ziying has already experienced it. This girl just likes to lose her temper. She only needs to follow a few words and quickly attract the other person's attention. Once the things you are interested in come up, everything will be OK.
"Ah? Brother Feng finally remembered his promise to my little sister. My little sister thought that Brother Feng was busy with official matters and had forgotten about it." Daiyu's eyes flashed, and she handed over the sweat towel in her hand. To Rhododendron.
"Since it is for my sister, Brother Yu naturally has to work **** the idea. If it is just perfunctory, it will lose its meaning. This painting is Brother Yu's most naughty work in a long time. Well, it also incorporates Brother Yu's literary thoughts. It's been squeezed out." Feng Ziying covered the print with cloth so that it couldn't be seen from the outside, which whetted the appetites of Daiyu and Zijuan.
"Ah?" Daiyu and Zijuan were both shocked. Daiyu couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands. She couldn't care less about being reserved anymore and reached out to take the drawing board, "Brother Feng composed a poem? Let me ask you. Little sister, take a look."
Feng Ziying handed it over, and Daiyu hurriedly opened the curtain. Her eyes were immediately attracted to it, and she could no longer break away.
In the same style sketch, on the bow of a passenger ship, a woman is wearing a long skirt and a cloak, her head is slightly lowered, as if she is secretly sad, the crescent is like a hook, but there are a few stars, standing alone, alone, one The air of pity lingers.
Lin Daiyu naturally recognized at a glance that this was the scene when she stood on the bow of the ship crying one night on her way back from the north. Later, Brother Feng came to comfort her before sending her into the cabin.
"It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at midnight." Lin Daiyu gently touched the chanter and chewed it repeatedly. The gentle desolation contained endless longing, which made Lin Daiyu crazy for a while.
“Girl, girl!”
Zicuckoo could tell at a glance that her girl seemed to be in a trance again, which was the most harmful to her health, so she quickly took Daiyu's arm and shook it gently.
Daiyu finally woke up from her addiction, said "Ah", then turned her face and looked at Feng Ziying, her voice trembled slightly, "Brother Feng, you drew these words, and you also wrote the poem?"
"Well, that's right." Feng Ziying scratched his head. Anyway, he had already worked as a copywriter for Shen Yixiu a few times, and he didn't care about being a copycat for Lin Yatou again. Moreover, he also felt that this poem fit the artistic conception of the painting very well. , can reveal Daiyu’s mood at that time and now.
Looking at Daiyu's expression changes and trembling voice, Feng Ziying knew that she had succeeded again. This kind of thing is not worth mentioning, but for girls with the same state of mind, it is simply a dimensionality-reducing blow and a devastating blow. A girl’s defenses can be described as unstoppable.
Gently holding the drawing board in her arms, Daiyu's cheeks were flushed, as if she was still addicted to the artistic conception brought about by this poem and painting.
While Feng Ziying was feeling emotional, she even felt a sense of urgency. Maybe she really needed some hiding place in her works. When faced with critical moments, if she used them at the right time, she could achieve miraculous results.
"Great, Brother Feng, it's better than the one you gave me last time. Why does this poem only have two sentences? Brother Feng, do you always like to write only these fragmentary sentences?" A smile appeared at the corner of Lin Daiyu's mouth, "Or Is this really how you avoid those poetry gatherings?”
"How can it be that exaggerated?" Feng Ziying didn't expect that the story of her avoiding those poetry and cultural gatherings in the capital city had spread so much that even Daiyu and the others knew about it. "I just don't have that much time and energy, and that kind of occasion is too busy." It's improvisation, I don't have the quick wit, I have to think over and over again to come up with ideas calmly when I write poems."
Feng Ziying's explanation was obviously unconvincing, and Daiyu didn't refute. She just smiled and unfolded the drawing board again, and looked at it silently for a while, "Brother Feng, I don't have high requirements for my little sister. Can you draw a picture for me every year from now on?" With a painting like this and a poem or two on it, my little sister won’t ask for anything.”
Facing Daiyu’s longing and hopeful gaze, Feng Ziying couldn’t even think of rejecting her.
Knowing that he had very little stock of such poems left in his stomach, painting was easy, but it was more difficult to match the poems and have the artistic conception of the poems and paintings match. However, he could not refuse Daiyu.
"If my sister likes it, Brother Yu will try his best no matter how hard he works." Feng Ziying said with a wry smile: "It's just that my sister doesn't think it's that good at that time, so don't blame me for exhausting my talent."
“As long as it’s written or painted by Brother Feng, it’s all excellent.” Daiyu’s comment was unequivocal and unquestionable.
“Well, when my sister said this, Brother Yu was really embarrassed.” Feng Ziying waved her hand, “As long as my sister likes it, it’s fine. My sister hasn’t gone out in the house during this time. Are you bored?”
"Although the younger sister didn't go out, Sister Bao often came over. The younger sister sometimes went to Lixiangyuan. In addition, the younger sister from Sister Miaoyu also went there twice. Brother Feng, do you know that Handkerchief, who has been with Sister Miaoyu for many years? "Hey, who is that family that came to the capital with Sister Miaoyu this time?" Lin Daiyu's eyes were flowing, and she was very proud.
“Who is it?” Feng Ziying didn’t react for a while.
"They are my aunt's brother's family. My sister's handkerchief is the daughter of the Xing family. She is indeed a refined daughter. This time they came to the capital city to join my aunt, and now they are temporarily living in the backyard of the house." Jade sighed, "So Brother Feng, why is this world so small?"
Feng Ziying only realized after hearing what Dai Yu said. It turned out to be the Xing Xiuyan family? This history still continues to have some overlaps in the stumbling process.
(End of this chapter)